Besedila: Manic Street Preachers. Gold Against The Soul. Life Becoming A Landslide.

Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognize
Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl, this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realize oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees